It didn't take a lot of detective work to figure out what was happening in the cabin next door. Two good looking couples who rarely ventured out. When they did, their bodies were flush, glowing with the look of someone who'd not just done it, but loved it. They all bore that cat-who-just-ate-the canary grin and shimmered with the unflappably buoyant mood of sexual satiation. "You want to cut in front of me in the supermarket line? Be my guest."
It was also clear they were pretty new to it. Cindy and I went at it a couple of times a day, but we were at the beach. We went outdoors, we walked on the sand, we went in the water. Those four, all they did was fuck.
The question of whether they were cougars or family was quickly answered. If you're going to scream, "Fuck your mother you big-dicked horse," well, you should probably close the window.
It was, of course, Cindy who said, "We gotta get in on that."
I told her no, but I knew it would make no difference.
So Cindy flirted, assessed. She assumed the boys would have no objection - they rarely did - and Annie, the short haired blond with the killer bod, seemed willing. Hell she seemed up to most anything. Sharon, however, Cindy was not sure about Sharon. But she figured Annie knew her way around her friend - the women were devoted to each other - and so when Cindy sent me upstairs for the picnic fixings the night we grilled, I knew something was up. When I got back down Cindy gave me a wink, a "trust me," and a "just play along."
My sister was usually, but not always, right about these things. That evening, thank god, she was.
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And so, for those of you keeping track, this is where Sharon's story ended. Cindy asking Annie and Sharon to fuck their sons for a gallery of two.
Sharon, a little coy, a little shy, said, "I'm not sure, fucking your son, for an audience, isn't that against the rules?"
"Oh honey," Annie interjected, "you fuck him in front of me all the time."
"But you're family."
It was Steven, her son, who grew tired of the repartee. His impressive dick was already at full staff. He grabbed his mother's wrists. "Just tell 'em I raped you."
When Sharon pulled her arms back her son took advantage; he pounced, pushing her back to the floor. Sharon shoved back and two naked bodies rolled across the floor. Suddenly, out of no where, they were really wrestling. Both were in superb shape; you could see their muscles straining as their strong bodies interlocked. Sharon was able to lock her legs around Steven's torso, but the outcome was foreordained. Steven had several inches and seventy pounds on his mother and he finally rolled her onto her back, pinning her hands to the floor. His cock was stiff and throbbing; the fight with his mother had him deeply aroused.
He looked down to her groin, his intent clear.
Sharon said, "Don't you dare fuck me," but her voice was strained with desire, her nipples hard and erect. She wanted to be forced.
Steven tried several times to enter her, but each time she wiggled her ass, preventing him from doing so. Finally, he dragged her hands together, pining them both with one hand. With his free hand he mauled her breasts and, with her focus temporarily diverted, he took hold of his cock and directed it in her wet slippery pussy. He slid in easily, then pushed hard, penetrating her in one rough thrust.
She moaned, "Oooohh no," but for the moment stopped struggling. She closed her eyes; her pink tongue crept out across her lips; her tight box closed hungrily around the hard meat, nipping and contracting on his tool. Pleasure shown on Steven's face. He began to fuck her in deep fast hard strokes, not giving her a chance to collect her wits, enjoying her sweet, scalding hot, and very slick box. He looked down to his strong hard prick driving in and out of her hole.
"Good for you, Mom?" he asked huskily, his voice confident.
She blushed, but didn't open her eyes. Still absorbed in the faux-rape, she whimpered, "Oh, please, no" she whimpered, "take it out, don't make me do this, I shouldn't..."
Steven laughed. "Yeah, but you dig it. You love it and you know it. Swing with it babe, relax. After all, you don't have a choice."
Steven eased himself down on her, flattening her big tits with his chest. His well-muscled legs forced her sleek powerful thighs wider apart, allowing him to dig his dick deeper into her belly.
Despite her protestations, Sharon could not disguise what was happening to her. She liked the sensation of being taken. She liked being fucked in front of others. She liked the wild turn her life had taken. Her cunt grew hotter and hotter around his meat; cream poured out, puddling on the floor. She started moaning, finally conceding to her desires, sobbing in ecstasy, "Ohhhh, God. I can't help it, Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck me Steve." She threw her legs around her son's waist, forcing his cock deeper into her hungry cunt.
"Fuck meee, ohhh, yesss, fuck meeeee."
Steven released Sharon's arms, which he still held to the floor, and shoved his hands under her ass, holding her tight against him while he banged into her. It was brutal and noisy. Steven was invested in the fantasy that he was taking her against her will; Sharon loving the feeling of being coerced. Her head fell back; her mouth twisted in a horny little grin. She creamed furiously.
"Like it now Mom, like your son's cock?"
"Oh, yes, OH YES," she moaned.
Steven was possessed. What had started as a game had become an idee fixe. Although Sharon was now willing, Steven was unrelenting, as if despoiling her, ramming his aching hard cock into the satin hole. Sharon squealed and her tight slick cunt gripped Steven's dick as she came. He gave her no time for reflection; he went on pounding her.
"You like it this way slut?" Steven asked, biting and licking his mother's silky sweet throat while pummeling her cunt with his cock. "You like getting fucked fast and hard?"
Any pretense to resistance was gone. "I like it, yes I like it. I love being fucked by you, any fucking way you want. Take me, bulldoze me, make me yours." She loved it, loved the savage fuck, loved performing for an audience, loved her son, his dick, his big fat hard perfect dick.
Steven taunted her. "I'm not sure. Maybe you're right, maybe this is wrong, maybe I should stop."
"Please don't. Fuck me, rape me, fuck me darling. It's true, I love it, no matter what you do, I love every second of it!"
